Agatha Eliza

Fireflies - Poem by Agatha Eliza

Walk on, with a glowing
lantern in your hand..
carry this hope,
after you remove the shackles
and regain the freedom of
your heart and thoughts!

Dearest human beings,
remember that
the world cannot quench your
unbearable thirst for justice
the secret song you want
to sing wholeheartedly
unrestricted, yet aloud
for all the misfits,
the sleepless revolutionaries,
the unwanted,
the fretful wanderers-
those special kind of people,
disobedient to
upsetting and repressive laws
of dictatorship and shame,
unwilling to kneel or serve
any master or
transient ideologies
written by another being
born from the very same clay
or by a wrathful man-made god.

Underneath the trembled
reflection of the moon
in the stillness of the water,
where the sky collapses
into earth and embraces
the glossy surface,
our hope is born anew.
Weak and fragile as we are,
because in those hidden jars
we store our dreams
the size of purple tea bags
until the lid bursts open and
they turn to fireflies. They leave us
in order to be fulfilled
until another dream is formed
and a crystal tear pours still..

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams, hope, nature, revolution

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Fireflies by Agatha Eliza

  • Robert Murray Smith (3/17/2017 5:36:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem. No person can solve the woes of the world. We can, however, be optimistic when nature provides us with such beauty. +++10

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/5/2016 12:53:00 PM)

    Carry on this hope! With a positive direction ahead. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (2/29/2016 4:09:00 PM)

    Ah, a wrathful man-made God? I prefer a Loving all-knowing God! Extensive research finds in the true nature of the God of Psalms 37 a truly patient yet purposeful God, who although in control, yet working out man's eventual happiness for those who are willing to investigate his purpose. Read mine - If There Be No God -
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    Agatha Eliza Agatha Eliza (3/7/2016 5:04:00 AM)

    Well, here in my poem, I am actually referring to the religion used as a tool of oppression by some people who aim to rule over us by inflicting nothing but fear and terror, and do not have the most honourable intentions toward the rest of their fellow human beings. The poem is about the constraint of freedom of expression, and the shackles this artificial world built for us, forcing us to obey and wear them. When there is still a grain of hope shining out there, the people will realise that we're all born to be free and find a solution. It's not a matter of who or how God is, but a matter of how his image is used and manipulated to serve an evil purpose in a game of power and influence.

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (1/1/2016 8:09:00 PM)

    Verily, new hopes born sustain human life (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/5/2015 6:31:00 AM)

    Walking on with a glowing hand is very amazing in this poem shared wonderfully. Wisely penned.10 (Report) Reply

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/5/2015 6:28:00 AM)

    Underneath the trembled
    reflection of the moon
    in the stillness of the water,
    where the sky collapses
    into earth and embraces
    the glossy surface,
    our hope is born anew.- Beautiful poetic lines, thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

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